From Godfather's silver cup."
This rhyming fashion the little ones take with them out of babyhood into their later childhood. The urchin admonishes his whistle:—
"Whistle, whistle, Margarita,
And you'll get a crust of bread,
But if you do not whistle
I'll cut off your little head."
The little girl learns the scales in process of rocking her doll to sleep:—
Don't pin-prick my poor old dolly, Do
Respect my domestic matters. Re
Methinks she grows melancholy, Mi